This could be the very minute I'm aware I'm alive All these places feel like home With a name I'd never chosen I can make my first steps As a child of twenty-five This is the straw, final straw in the Roof of my mouth as I lie to you Just because I'm

We could be making sparks But we don't ignite, don't ignite But we need to fight, need to fight This can't be all we are Silent and in the dark If I told you about my favourite dream The one without you Would you spit fire at me? Or would you burn to know

Looking for a cause I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die I feel like a cello Lost somewhere over the rainbow Way up high, too scared to dream But too dumb to die Well all I got was camouflage Oh, oh I love you Oh, oh I do

The kids are back We walk the streets in tattered armies We got the lion in our heart We're not lookin' for trouble, just for some fun But we're all ready if you want to start So, just remember the Oh, watch out Well, can you blame us for living our

You gotta make it happen! You gotta make it You could wait for a lifetime To spend your days in the sunshine You might as well do the white line 'Cause when it comes on top Is it my imagination Or have I finally found something worth living for?

Could you keep your head up? Many moons will lighten the way And sure this night will follow a day And everything you once loved remains Sometimes the tears we cry Are more than any heart can take We hurt, just keep it inside Small wonder that it starts

Rainbow country I will ride it Sun is a risin' Sure feels good to me Together we'd always be Are you really riding? I can't refuse it Feel like dancing Dance 'cause we are free

You best be ready for anything They'll bury me alone Bust through like a battering ram Flashbang first gives us the upper hand Room by room we're tempting karma tonight Take 'em while they're sleeping They won't put up a fight Are we the motorcade? I'll

Niggas are in a state of emergency The death side, mirror damage of where we are today The life side a vision of where we need to go So sign your death certificate Fuck all, y'all Lisa got him Alright, on three, one, two, three Come on brothers we gotta

Are still alive and well today Don't need to find a new way to say We don't go out of style A good woman's made to love not just to hold Monday through Friday sure takes awhile We all get sideways and go that extra mile The common ways we work and play